Heading up to Georgetown, Texas, this afternoon for a discussion and signing at the library. Does anybody remember the slogan, "Just a conversation away"?

Willie Nelson was on a local show recently--a show hosted by a guy who's a big conspiracy nut--and said some things to indicate that he (Willie) thinks 9/11 might not have been what it seemed. The buildings came down too easily, according to Willie. The easy joke is: What were you smoking? I'm a Willie fan, but come on.

I'm reading Elmore Leonard's "Up in Honey's Room" right now. Good stuff, as usual. The man was born to write. He's quite a gentleman, too. I asked him to blurb Gun Shy, knowing it was a long shot, and he couldn't fit it into his schedule. But he sent me a nice letter--not a standard boilerplate letter--telling me what he was working on at the moment. Gracious as could be.

I watched the movie Eastern Promises over a couple of lunches this week. Good movie, but not great. I generally trust Roger Ebert's reviews, and he gave it four stars. I'd give it three. To me, four stars means a movie is right up there with The Godfather or Apocalypse Now. This movie wasn't even close to that standard. Still good, just not a classic. I haven't seen any of the Oscar-nominated films. If you have, tell me which ones are worth watching, please.

Holy Moly comes out in about three months. I've already scheduled some signings, so if you get a chance, check my web site. No, I mean right now. Do it.

I hate to admit this, but I lost a little respect for David Letterman when Paris Hilton was on his show recently. He apologized profusely--and seemingly sincerely--for the way he treated her last time. She's a laughingstock who brings it on herself, so he should skewer her every chance he gets. Especially in person. Are you with me, people?

In the past few months, I have to admit I've developed a habit on eBay. Bought a nice pair of Lucchese boots for nearly nothing. Bought a spotting scope, and a bottle of my favorite vintage cologne. But I can't seem to find a pair of Britney's underwear. Oh, right, she doesn't wear any. My bad. (Don't you hate that phrase?)

We ordered a beautiful Amish dining table near the end of last year. It will be delivered on Sunday. Does anyone else see the irony in an Amish table being delivered on a Sunday? I'm going to have some oats ready to feed the horse. Thank you. I'll be here all week. Try the veal.